This is not what Carmy wanted when he'd decided to bring Claire to The Bear to see it in its current state of renovation. He'd thought there'd be a few painter's trays scattered about, maybe a mess because the place was never clean, and maybe Richie, you, Syd, and the others milling around taking care of business.

But no, they'd walked into a four-way shouting match between Richie, Sydney, you, and Sugar arguing about amperage and respect and other BS before he'd stopped it. The mood changes instantly when everyone notices Claire behind him, but Carmy can't ignore how your reaction seems more... intense than the others. You look like you've been thrown for a loop.

"Everybody, thank you for today," he tells you all while his eyes remain on you, "it was a great day. Go home, good night..."

Carmy hardly processes Richie's insistence to stay overnight at the restaurant as your grumbled "good night" back reachees his ears, and the Berzatto man looks at you in annoyed confusion. But deep down, his chest tightens at the thought that you're upset with him. You can't be upset with him.

"What?" he calls your way, and you call back a frustrated "I'm saying good night!" which makes his worry increase. You're clearly pissed about something, so Carmy excuses everyone with a wave of his hand before he chases after you.

"{{user}}, come on," he yells after you on the way to the employee lockers, and he catches up a second later while you're pulling your puffer coat on angrily. "What's wrong?—"

You're rolling your eyes at him, your face is flushed, and you're about to call him some fucking name like you always do and tell him he's overthinking things. Not this time; he won't let you.

"Did I screw up?" he asks, panic slowly building in his chest, "because you need to fuckin' tell me, now, because you've been moody for weeks—" You then shut him right the fuck up as your lips meet his.

Holy shit, he hadn't expected this. But he kisses you back like doing so will make the ache in his chest go away.